Isaiah

¹ Let me sing now for my well‑beloved A song of my beloved concerning His vineyard. My well‑beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.

² And planted it with the choicest vine. And He built a tower in the middle of it And also hewed out a wine vat in it; Then He hoped for it to produce good grapes, But it produced only worthless ones.

³ Please judge between Me and My vineyard.

⁴ Why, when I hoped for it to produce good grapes did it produce worthless ones?

⁵ I will remove its hedge, and it will be consumed; I will break down its wall, and it will become trampled ground.

⁶ It will not be pruned or hoed, But briars and thorns will come up. I will also command the clouds to rain no rain on it.”

⁷ And the men of Judah His delightful plant. Thus He hoped for justice, but behold, bloodshed; For righteousness, but behold, a cry of distress.

⁸ Woe to those who add house to house and join field to field, Until there is no more room, So that you have to live alone in the midst of the land!

⁹ Even great and good ones, without inhabitants.

¹⁰ And a homer of seed will yield but an ephah of grain.”

¹¹ Who stay up late in the evening that wine may inflame them!

¹² But they do not look upon the deeds of Yahweh, Nor do they see the work of His hands.

¹³ And their honorable men are famished, And their multitude is parched with thirst.

¹⁴ And Jerusalem’s majesty, her multitude, her rumbling, and the exultant within her, descend into it.

¹⁵ The eyes of the lofty also will be made low.

¹⁶ And the holy God will show Himself holy in righteousness.

¹⁷ And sojourners will eat in the waste places of the wealthy.

¹⁸ And sin as if with cart ropes,

¹⁹ And let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel draw near And come to pass, that we may know it!”

²⁰ Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness, Who substitute bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!

²¹ And understanding in their own sight!

²² And valiant men in mixing strong drink,

²³ And remove the righteous standing of the ones who are righteous!

²⁴ And dry grass collapses into the flame, So their root will become like rot and their blossom blow away as dust; For they have rejected the law of Yahweh of hosts And the word of the Holy One of Israel they have spurned.

²⁵ And He has stretched out His hand against them and struck them down. And the mountains trembled, and their corpses lay like refuse in the middle of the streets. For all this His anger is not turned back, But His hand is still stretched out.

²⁶ And will whistle for it from the ends of the earth; And behold, it will come with speed swiftly.

²⁷ None slumbers or sleeps; Nor is the belt at its waist undone, Nor its sandal strap broken.

²⁸ The hoofs of its horses seem like flint and its chariot wheels like a whirlwind.

²⁹ It growls and seizes the prey And carries it off with no one to deliver it.

³⁰ If one looks to the land, behold, there is darkness and distress; Even the light is darkened by its clouds.